Transmigration: I, the Dragon Overlord, start by protecting my beautiful bride!

Inside the room, Long Aotian was deep in thought with his eyes closed. He was gambling; if he lost, he didn't know what the outcome would be, but it certainly wouldn't be a good end…

The door creaked open.

"Lord Shen, why are you wasting your time?" the man's younger brother said, clearly displeased. "With witnesses and physical evidence all there, why aren't you, the Zhenye Division, arresting anyone? What are you investigating here for?"

"Heh, some things are done by Heaven, and people are watching," Long Aotian said meaningfully. "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place!"

"Lord Shen, what do you mean by this?" Upon hearing this, the man's expression immediately turned unfriendly.

"Miss Shi's return has prevented you from obtaining the Shi family's ancestral home. You must be quite unhappy about that."

"What... what kind of talk is that?" A hint of unease flashed across the man's face.

“You should know what I’m talking about.” Long Aotian revealed his guess: “Your elder brother, under the pretext of making you self-reliant, had his wife, Madam Shi Mingxiang, lend you her ancestral home.”

"Miss Shi suddenly came home, and you were afraid that your expectations would be dashed, and even more afraid that she would divide the Shi family ancestral home with your sister-in-law, so you stole the purse first and then framed her, am I right?"

"Nonsense!" The man stood up, clearly displeased. "Lord Shen, what evidence do you have to suggest that I took the money pouch?!"

"Evidence?" Long Aotian smiled slightly. "You stay at home all day doing nothing. When you were framing someone, you probably couldn't bear to part with the money, so you only kept the money bag and hid the money yourself."

"According to Madam Shi and you, the incident must have occurred last night." Long Aotian stood up and smiled slightly. "I suppose you haven't had time to spend all that money yet?"

"You..." The man's face turned very ugly, but he still refused to admit it. "Where's the evidence? Lord Shen, I'll only ask you one question: if you can find any evidence, I will definitely confess!"

The man was extremely arrogant. He took a step closer and asked, "But do you have one? Hahahaha!"

With a creak, the door was pushed open again, and this time it was Jiang Beichuan who entered.

His face was very pale. He walked to Long Aotian's side and whispered, "Sir, we've searched his room thoroughly, but we couldn't find him..."

Upon hearing this news, Long Aotian felt a chill run down his spine.

He thought to himself, "Am I, a modern man from the 21st century, going to suffer the consequences of the lack of surveillance and fall victim to this little theft?"

"Hahaha, how about it, Lord Shen? Do you have any evidence?" The man said smugly. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now!"

Long Aotian stood rooted to the spot, lost in thought.

At the same time, the incense outside the courtyard burned out, and the agreed-upon hour had come to an end.

Liu San led his men to arrest Shi Yiguang, preparing to take her back to the Black Prison. Meanwhile, Zhang Zhong led his men into the room and launched into a barrage of sarcastic remarks at Long Aotian.

"Lord Shen, after all this trouble, I thought you really had some skill and could find out something! But it turns out you've come up empty-handed! Hahahaha!"

"My lord, what should we do?" Jiang Beichuan looked at Long Aotian, who was standing there dumbfounded, and felt a pang of unease. "Are you really going to just leave me like this...?"

Just as Long Aotian was pondering whether he should take the final step, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the man outside the door smiling as he helped the old woman leave.

Suddenly, a bold guess popped into his head.

So, he decided to make one last desperate attempt!

"Kitagawa!"

"Sir, I'm here."

"Search that old woman's room!"

"Huh?" Jiang Beichuan was taken aback.

The man outside the door was also taken aback. He immediately started cursing and said, "You surnamed Shen, we have all the evidence and witnesses. You've already made baseless accusations against me, but you still haven't found any proof. Do you want to suspect my mother now?"

"That's right, I suspect your mother!" Long Aotian pointed at him and shouted, "Old woman, you must spoil your youngest son, right? Hmph, forgive me, Beichuan, investigate!"

"Yes!" Jiang Beichuan picked up his sword and was about to walk out.

"Hey, hey, hey, you coward Shen, what are you still struggling for?" Zhang Zhong raised his hand, stopping Bei Chuan. "You said you'd give me an hour, and I did. Now you want to investigate again. If you're really afraid of having your official robes stripped off, then consider my suggestion. For the sake of our past relationship, I'll put in a good word for you with Lord Lin..."

"You think I'm afraid?" Long Aotian looked at him, his eyes sending chills down one's spine.

He walked straight up to Zhang Zhong, startling him so much that he instinctively took a step back and gripped the sword at his waist. But Long Aotian just stared at him and suddenly smiled, "I've already given you an hour, giving you more time isn't too much to ask, is it?"

Zhang Zhong looked at him, overwhelmed by his imposing presence, and silently lowered his arms.

"Fine, Lord Shen, I'll keep you company to the bitter end today. I want to see what kind of trouble you can stir up!" Zhang Zhong said sarcastically.

"We'll see!"

About half an hour later, everyone had come out of their rooms and gathered in the courtyard.

Long Aotian was afraid that Jiang Beichuan hadn't searched thoroughly enough, so he personally went to the old woman's room to search, but the result was the same—he found nothing.

"Sir, we still haven't found anything..." After digging almost three feet into the ground, Jiang Beichuan completely lost hope. "Could it be that we guessed wrong, and that Miss Shi really stole the money?"

“Impossible.” Long Aotian said bluntly, “It can’t be her. Didn’t you see? She showed no fear at all when she was arguing with that guy. Even when Zhang Zhong wanted to search her room, she didn’t flinch.”

He stopped what he was doing and looked at Jiang Beichuan beside him. "Beichuan, if it were you, knowing that the money bag was in that room, would you still be so calm?"

Jiang Beichuan: "This..."

"Also, didn't you see the expression on that guy's face when I said I was going to search this old woman's room?" Long Aotian said confidently, "It was very stiff and unnatural. He must be feeling guilty!"

“Hmm, what you say makes sense, sir…” Jiang Beichuan pondered, “But… where exactly is this money?”

Long Aotian sat down. Although he was very anxious, he knew that the more anxious he was, the more he should remain calm.

"Lord Shen, it's been half an hour already. If we delay any longer, it'll be lunchtime. Have you found anything yet?" Zhang Zhong urged from outside. "If you still can't find anything, don't blame me for not giving you face!"

"grown ups……"

Ignoring the external distractions, Long Aotian took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and carefully examined all the items in the room.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a pair of embroidered shoes, slightly covered in mud...

A moment later, Jiang Beichuan walked out of the room.

"Kid, have your parents found out anything?"

Jiang Beichuan ignored her and simply walked to Shi Mingxiang's side...